INTRODUCING: DONEISHA SIMS ANDERSON

 I was sitting in my parents 7 bedroom house. I have lived here all my life running though each and every room, swimming in the Olympic size swimming pool in the backyard and having all my teenage pool parties out there. Laying out on the lawn and reading thousands of books that now fill up those carton boxes in the garage while eating an apple and sipping from my glass of champagne are my memories of this house. This used to be my paradise until i went to college in Massachussetts. I got into Harvard University.I was the only one in my graduating class to get accepted into Harvard. Princeton rejected me and so did Stanford, who cares, i had gotten into the best of the best even though my dad would have preferred i went to Princeton, his Alma Mater. I also got admitted into Columbia University and UCLA but my parents sent me straight to Harvard. I cried but it yielded nothing. I was going to miss the luxury of my home and everything I ever had I was also going to miss my two best friends, but thanks to cell phones. I have always been closed minded about meeting new people and that is the kind of mentality that I have always had. My parents are social elites. They scrutinized my friends. I met my husband in Law school. Richard Anderson, a tall handsome man. He had just graduated with his MBA in Economics. He worked in New York. We had a long distance relationship for a year and then he moved to Virgina where he found another job with a different company. His old job was rather hectic and he was also thinking of settling down. We flew to my home in California for Thanksgiving. My parents freaked out. He was not their kind of son inlaw. He was not from the perfect home, he didn't go to the perfect schools. Richard's parents were divorced, their marriage ended when he was fifteen leaving him and his sister Patrice to deal with their constant feud afterwards. Richard attended Ohio State University which was not my parents ideal school as well.
" I can't believe that after all the money and education your father and I have given you, you went below your class to pick up some reject from somewhere" my mom said scolding me in her bedroom which was on the west wing of the house.
"Mom, i am in love with this guy, at least out of everthing he has been through, he has made something out of his life" i told her almost in tears.
"You are beginning to sound like a mediocre" my mom replied. Mediocrity and mundanity are my mom's wort enemies.
"Mom why are you doing this to me, he is the only one who is genuinely interested in me" i tld my mom.
"Really, how are you so sure about that?" she asked me with a smirk on her face which i don't like at all.
"Mom, seriously, i don't wish to have this conversation anymore." I told her.
"No, Neisha we are going to have this conversation, you are the only child in this family and your future matters to us, we are going to leave our estate to you and you cannot just bring some kid with unidentifiable parents to my house and talk about having a future with him and by the way what happened to Phillip?" my mom asked.
"I am not interesed in Phillip" i replied flatly.
Throughout our stay in the house, my mother had a strange and rather cold and distant behavior not only towards me but especially to my boyfriend.
"Your mom does not like me" he told me as we rode to the mall in my father's car.
"She is like that with people she does not know" I told him.
"I have stayed in their house for more than three days but she doesn't seem to want to brak the ice" he said.
"don't worry, she'll come out of her little shell" i told him, he looked at me and i smiled trying to cheer him up. He smiled back but it was not genuine, he had this rather uneasy look. My mom is a tough nut to crack, he had breakfast on the second day with my dad and I have no idea what they talked about, I don't even know if he told my mother anything.

INTRODUCING:NADINE YOUNG-PEPPLE

  If you think your mother-in-law is crazy or evil, wait till you meet mine. I don't think i have the typical mother in law who is bound to give you a headache everyday, complaining about the things you do and don't do, I have the kind of mother in law that absolutely hates my guts, she can't even stand the ground that i walk on.She hates me with a serious passion and I don't know how I have been able to stay married to her son for these many years without losing my sanity. Mrs Pepple Snr is hust one of those women who needs a life. Her husband passed away when Dimabo my husband was in college, apart from his mother who dotes on him worse than a little baby, Dimabo also has a younger sister called Ibiso also known as Janice. Ibiso and I have had our ups and downs,especially since she is tied to her mother's apron strings; she tends to behave like her mother once in a while. Ibiso got married a year after her brother and I got married. She married a Colonel and got a divorce from him about five years later after two kids, Alexis and Andrew. She became an embittered woman and moved to a different state.
Mrs Pepple Snr does not like me especially because I am not from their tribe. My father is British and my mother is Black which makes me a half breed. Mrs Pepple wanted her son to marry her best friend's daughter Henrietta who back then was about to go to Medical school. I had just graduated with a degree in Biochemistry and Molecular biology and i went straight to Pharmacy school. Dimabo and I decided to have a small wedding. We decided to have a memorable wedding with about two hundred and fifty guests and have a small wedding cruise but his mother had other plans.
"No way, a wedding cruise, is this Titanic about to happen again?" she asked out loud as Dimabo told her of our proposed wedding plans. She started to speak to him in their language which i had absolutely no idea of. Dimabo gave his mom the ugliest look I have ever seen.
"Why don't you every agree with anything we plan Mama, i am getting tired of this madness, everything always has to go your way or no way." he shouted, he was frustrated with his mother's behavior.
" What madness? You must be mad. You are a very stupid boy.Well over my dead body would I let you marry this Mami water" she responded. Mami Water, is that what she called me, Dimabo once told me that it means Mermaid, did she just call me that.i am laughing out loud, in my mind.
" I am not interested in marrying Henrietta mom if that is what you are trying to persuade me to do. Mama i can't understand you, why do you always have to impose your own ideas on me, i mean Nadine is a lovely lady, why are you making things so difficult?"
"Nadine is white trailer trash as far as i am concerned" she said flatly looking at me straight in the eyes.If the human mind was transparent she would see me holding a dagger about to pierce her sharp mouth, that woman spits venom when she talks, i can't remember the last time i had a civil conversation with her becuase she ends up yelling. If i didn't love Dimabo so much, i would have walked out of the house this instant.
"Mama!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dimabo shouted.
"My son, i want what is best for you, i want you to have a lovely wedding with this your lady here so i will give you my own take, i want you to have the wedding on a golf course, i know so many people that will attend the wedding........................" Dimabo was pissed off.
"You don't seem to understand what we are talking about here, that's too many people and we are spending so much money on just a ceremony and after party on a golf course, i know you want to invite those friends of yours and they will bring more people, i want to keep it strictly two hundred and fifty people." Dimabo explained.
"It's you wedding, are you not proud to have found someone to marry" his mother asked sneeringly at him. he stole a quick glance at me. I said nothing. Dimabo had reassured me of his love and support.We finally had our way having a wedding cruise. We had four hundred guests instead.

INTRODUCING: GINA HAMPTON

The limousine pulled over to the curb and I stepped out. I look radiant in my short, black dress and my black pumps. I walked into the house.I live by myself into a two bedromm condominium downtown.
I opened my bedroom door, kicked off my shoes and sat on my bed. I opened my purse and brought out a wad of notes. My new Client Walter Benson is a rich man and pays me well for my services. He owns Benson Equipment and makes more than one million a year on income.He is the only one of my clients who picks me up in a limo. We had dinner at Ocean Shore Restuarant. It was a great meal and I expected more afterwards but he didn't need me tonight. He dismissed me early. I put the money on my dresser and went into the bathroom. I slowly take off my clothes and go into the shower. I need a bubble bath just to immerse and relax myself. I insert my naked body into the water and allow myself to soak into the warmth of the water which is think is refreshing. My mind goes back to what happened last week. I was at Walter's guest house sipping out of my glass of Margarita and vaguely paying attention to the news I was watching on the Flat Screen Plasma Tv. Walter was talking to one of his business partners on his Iphone.
"Ten million, that's a lot of money,but i guess i am up to the task, it is a very delicate project and i believe Patricia McGinnis is the best person to write the proposal" he said pacing around the room.
All of a sudden I begin to pay attention to what he was saying. This man even makes money in his sleep, i have to work hard to make this money. I have been his mistress for three months, now i need to become his wife. I don't even know if he is married or divorced. I know for sure that he has no family apart from his security men who follow him everywhere. I have other clients but he is the main one. Another one of my clients Doug Stiller is also a business tycoon and recently divorced his wife of ten years of marriage, he doesn't pay as much as Walter does but he is very caring. At one point he wanted to start dating me but i declined, I don't mix business with pleasure.


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It’s just past 7 in the morning and my alarm has just gone off. I have a couple of things to do today before I go to be with Mr Benson. I need a private investigator to follow him around, no not necessarily, I go everywhere with him enough to know what he is up to? I think i just need to start paying a little more attention to details.I need to start caring more, have more access into his life, know where he lives, cook for him apart from just laying on my back and get paid. I never asked him about his private life because all I have with him is the business of getting laid and getting paid. Does he have a wife? I wonder because if he does it is rather unfortunate.

INTRODUCING :CASSANDRA FULLERTON PADMORE

I don't think there is anything as bad as waking up beside you to look at someone you have grown to hate within a few weeks. I am staring at the calendar on the wall beside my bed. It's my eighth wedding anniversary. Eight years has gone by so quickly i cannot believe it. I have dreaded this day so bad in the last three weeks. Three weeks ago, Lawrence and i began to grow apart. We have started living like "worse than room mates" in the house. He comes home after i am in bed and leaves before i wake up. The weekends are even worse, he goes off to play golf with his friends and when i cook he doesn't even eat, he either leaves it on the kitchen counter but soemtimes he is considerate enough to put it in the fridge. Lawrence is any woman's dream man. When we first got married, everything was like sugar and honey in the same tea. He was really caring and all. He played his part as a husband perfectly. We went on vacations twice a year, Valerie , our only child came three years later. She was the most adorable, little child at birth. My first pregnancy was much better than i expected, i was not nauseous like most of my friends who were always sick in the morning, all i did was sleep, i slept like a pampered little baby. Lawrence cooked for me. He also hired a young man called Timothy to clean the house once a week even when i told him not to do so. We always dined out on the weekends.
He threw me a very good surprise baby shower with my childhood best friend Monique also known as ZsaZsa. I call her Zsa Zsa because it is her favorite word for anything that does not make sense to her. The baby shower was awesome, there were over sixty guests and they all went home with little souvenirs. He was by my side when our daughter Valerie was born on the 18th day of May 2003 weighing 7lbs, she was 16 inches long. He held my hand all through Valerie's delivery which was like torture to him because he could not stand to see me in so much pain. Those were some memorable times in our marriage. We have had our ups and downs.
Our communication has actually broken down completely. We have so many Post it notes everywhere in the house because we don't even talk. Last week, he left me a Post It Note on the fridge.
"You need to figure out how to pick up Valerie from school"


I looked at the note in disgust, he usually picks Valerie up from from school, all of a sudden he is putting that responsiblity on me.
"On what days"

I wrote back and left the note on the screen of his HP laptop.

" Everyday"

He wrote back and left the note on my black Bible by my bedside. I am beginning to wonder why he wants me to pickher up from school everyday. I drop her off to school in the mornings and he is supposed to pick her up. What is going on? Yesterday, he wrote:

" I will be travelling tomorrow, its an official assignment and i will be gone for a week"

He is going on an official assignment on our wedding anniversary, what does he mean by that? Doesn't this marriage mean anything to him anymore? I don't want a divorce but these days we are living like strangers.

INTRODUCING ROSEOFSHARON JONES

I would be telling the greatest lie on earth if I say that David Beckham is cuter than the guy sitting in front of me at Mickky's Cafe. He is punching the keys of his blackberry and i am praying hard to God that he would at least look up and smile at me or something and anyway why would he smile at me. I may not look like a million dollars right now but i think i have set my sight on something that attracts my attention. I am sitting in my chair waiting for my cousin Danielle to show up. Danielle is always late for everything. She is my maternal cousin and i love her to death but she is always late. My phone started vibrating on the table. I steal another glance at him before looking at the caller id to see if the noise attracted his attention but he is apparently too busy to notice. I just got a text message from my cousin.

"Rose i think i am lost, i took the wrong exit and ended up on E Street and now i am back on the freeway again".

She might as well be lost because I am trying to figure out how to mingle with this dude and it is not going to be easy,handsome men are just one of the most difficult people especially the ones I have met. I pick up the phone and send her a text message.

"Oh, take your time and why are you texting while you are driving,its against State law. see you when you get here and puhleeezzzzzz don't text me back"

I hope that the text message would have an effect on her. I just don't want her to text me back. Danielle is two years younger than i am and is in a budding relationship with a fine young man, she really likes him, I don't want to say love because she has her eyes on some other dude. Finally the handsome stranger puts his phone away and picks up his briefcase, I am hoping that he is not leaving yet, but he is, oh my goodness, Why? He hasn't even noticed me yet. I am trying to look at his left hand, does he have a ring, is he committed to anyone yet? Oh my goodness. i can't see. Suddenly this tall,skinny waitress walks by and blocks my view,she is standing right in front of him, I visualise myself standing in front of him saying
"May I take your order?". This waitress has taken total obstruction of my view and she is about to kill my curiosity. She has his attention. He is the most handsome piece of work i have ever seen in my entire life. God must have worked overtime on this creature. Finally she moves away after taking his order, is he ordering something to eat,Oh my goodness. He is going to be here for a while. I hope he doesn't have any lunch date. I have to distract him so he could come over here. How am i going to do that? Think Sharon think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!